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Mob Rule (mots d'ordre)
by quopointsim
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Speaking free til they put the mutters to bed
Beaten up until dead then punish the rest
Can't sleep til peace reshuffles the deck
Calm but compressed contained by the troubled thoughts in this head, tryna soften the Blow
Counting on the mob rule of this karma in my bones
Tape on the crown, bottles make up the throne,
War trending in this opulence, atomic in the approach
Locked in on the concepts I'm propped up on the most
Past following gone but not forgotten remain haunted by its ghost
Each day gets shorter, the lights longer as I go
I as subject and object, bonded in partnership close
The binary correspondence in lockstep, the interlocutors boast
Winding up engrossed in topical Stockholm syndrome, multiple thoughts to control
Best to soften the load, watch this erode doing all there is to be done
Groves of conifer unfinished in incomparable sun
Exposed to darkness as I simmer, in contradiction just tossing it up
Where did I sign and where can I tear it up
Boots muddy from the trails and woods, death grip on the rail I touch
Spinning with the Ferris the terror lifted the mantle up
Death of the things inherent in themselves comparisons dismantled them
Hard stare out the glass panel how it fares dancing with the canister
Skin barren of love, impairment of trust, stuck rambling, can't stand in the mud
Hands off the handles the damp air in my lungs
Flooded I can't spare you a crutch
Tread carefully as I run, a million barriers at once
Not one thing it's the other damage apparent, merits to underfund
Taking a stab at the caricatures, airflow instead of busts
Pants folded over some bucks, it's more than the everyday carry I'm juggling
Puddles thin and frigid, daring enough to stutter step
Dereliction hung above my head
It ain't conviction that's under duress
When the able and willing changed the subject, stayed livid I wasn't impressed
Don't ever cover up the trouble that's wrung with my neck
Still coming to terms with this body of work, I can not get a fucking rest
So I'll hold my tongue when enough has been said
Speaking free til they put the mutters to bed
Beaten up until dead then punish the rest
Can't sleep til peace reshuffles the deck
Calm but compressed contained by the troubled thoughts in this head, tryna soften the Blow
Counting on the mob rule of this karma in my bones
Tape on the crown, bottles make up the throne,
War trending in this opulence, atomic in the approach
Locked in on the concepts I'm propped up on the most
Past following gone but not forgotten remain haunted by its ghost
Each day gets shorter, the lights longer as I go
I as subject and object, bonded in partnership close
The binary correspondence in lockstep, the interlocutors boast
Winding up engrossed in topical Stockholm syndrome, multiple thoughts to control
Best to soften the load, watch this erode doing all there is to be done
Groves of conifer unfinished in incomparable sun
Exposed to darkness as I simmer, in contradiction just tossing it up
Where did I sign and where can I tear it up
Boots muddy from the trails and woods, death grip on the rail I touch
Spinning with the Ferris the terror lifted the mantle up
Death of the things inherent in themselves comparisons dismantled them
Hard stare out the glass panel how it fares dancing with the canister
Skin barren of love, impairment of trust, stuck rambling, can't stand in the mud
Hands off the handles the damp air in my lungs
Flooded I can't spare you a crutch
Tread carefully as I run, a million barriers at once
Not one thing it's the other damage apparent, merits to underfund
Taking a stab at the caricatures, airflow instead of busts
Pants folded over some bucks, it's more than the everyday carry I'm juggling
Puddles thin and frigid, daring enough to stutter step
Dereliction hung above my head
It ain't conviction that's under duress
When the able and willing changed the subject, stayed livid I wasn't impressed
Don't ever cover up the trouble that's wrung with my neck
Still coming to terms with this body of work, I can not get a fucking rest
So I'll hold my tongue when enough has been said
